Page 39 of Play Dirty

“No you’re not.”

He hesitated, then shrugged guilty. “No. I’m not.”

The admission caused me to chuckle, despite myself.

“Alright,” I told him. “Your turn. How’d you end up here?”

“Same idea,” he said. “Opportunity. Not a lot of options.”

“Big family?” I guessed.

He did the sexy laugh thing again. “Is it that obvious?”

“You have that ‘used to the chaos’ thing going for you,” I told him. “Like silence makes you uncomfortable.”

He shifted again and smiled.

“You’re not wrong,” he admitted. “Back home, the house was always full. People everywhere. Noise all the time.”

“And now?”

“And now I’m the new guy,” Sebastian shrugged.

His words resonated with me. I nodded slightly.

“Yeah. Same.”

Another pause settled between us. It was different this time, though. Lighter.

“Except,” he added after a second, “you came in and started telling everyone they’re doing everything wrong.”

I smiled into the stillness.

“Not everything,” I pointed out.

“Just most things?”

“Only the important ones.”

He let out another low, masculine laugh.

“You’re not very subtle. You know that?”

I shifted, beneath the blankets. The movement sent my knee gliding along his.

“Neither are you,” I shot back. “You invited me into your bed a whole minute after I knocked.”

“That was for your own survival,” he said.

“Uh huh.”

“Strictly professional.”

“Of course.”

Another pause. We were closer now. Things were so much warmer.

“You’re freezing,” he said quietly.